The lonely Path
There's a street called the lonely path
Its on the upland where Just a few can see
Its narrow and free, just a few walk through it
Its desolate, no one wants the misery that comes with it.
But the few who walk past it
Know its a gateway to growth.
The leaves along the path are dry
It's often winter there
But from it is made greatness
The chirping of birds are low
The howling of owls are loud-
To scare the timid heart.
The greens are wrinkled
The thorns are fresh-
To bruise the passerbys
But on this lonely path lies strength for the future
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A thought-provoking poem! In my experience, the most challenging roads, though lonely, often lead to the greatest rewards. Nicely done. 🙂
Uhm, would love to hear your experience with the lonely path someday
What a great poem, very good reflection, usually those hard roads make people harder, where they forge the character to each of us, very good poem ♥
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Very interesting poem, full of sorrow but also full of hope. Quite fascinating photograph as well! Thanks for sharing and all the best! Keep up the good work! HIVE on!
Thank You, glad you find the poem interesting